Roadblocks??

I’ve mentioned a few times about the little town I was running around in my youth and here’s another story from then.

This little town had a tradition that went back to at least as far back as the 50s, I just know the man that lived next door to us used to tell me stories about it from his youth and he was at least 60 back in the 80s.

Anyways this tradition of crazy nonsense was called the Road Block. Basicly people around town would donate to us big items such as TV’s cabinets or anything big for us to use for blocking off the main road into town. This was a small country town and had one single main street that ran from the highway to the park. The last 2 weeks in the month of October was when the road block would be errected, usually in the evening and then would be moved to the sides of the road during the day for the entire duration.

Usually this was just something to occupy the teens of the town amd keep them out of real trouble and actually causing real trouble in the town. I can remember the first year that I participated and was before I became well known in the town. We had all kinds of items donated to our cause that year such as tractor tires, big cabinet TV’s, cabinet stereo systems, stoves, washing machines and driers. What I didn’t know at the time was that another part of this was the calling of law enforcement on ourselves to have a sheriff deputy chase us. I didnt make the calls but I did do a great deal of finding hiding spots when this would happen. The funny side is that there were people that would come out and sit in front of the General Store and let us know when the sheriff had been called and on the way. Other than doing that, these adults didn’t participate unless to tell us where to get more items for the road block.

Over the years we kept the flame going of this tradition but it is no longer upheld in that town. There have been talks of us as adults bringing back the tradition but other than that it has been lost to only memories.

Thanks for reading ~W

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Doing the Dishes

This story is a fairly short one, but it actually happened.

Me and my one friend, let’s call him J was down at the village and none of the normal friends were around, he was dating one of the girls and they always left thier doors unlocked. They were the kids and the mom was visiting family in another town while the dad was at work. J went on in and decided to do thier dishes, I went over to the store to shoot some pool (I will talk about this place in another story).

Anyways back to J, he was doing dished and decided he wanted to get out of there before they or the dad got home. Needless to say, he had never had nonstick pans and he apparently was working really hard to get this black stuff off thier brand new non stick pans. I found this out cause it became the talk about someone breaking in and ruining thier new pans.

He came from money and he bought them new pans after admitting to the “crime”, but it was pretty funny.

I was going to write a different story, but my internet is fairly bad with this rain we have been having. Anyways, thanks for reading. ~W

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Storytime?

Im thinking about writing about past adventures, a glimpse if you will of the world of me.

I don’t know if anyone would be interested in these memories, of times that went wrong and adventures that went sideways at times. Some of it would be the same as when you grew up maybe, but it will be from a gen x type perspective of the trials of survival… err I mean life… It wont be in any certain order and I will change the names for legal reasons. So shall we start?

I grew up in a smallish town (less than 100k) had 3 siblings I grew up with but had 5 others that would visit from time to time. My dad worked for the city in different positions over the years and we didn’t really want for anything because those needs were taken care of. I can remember lots of vacations but those memories are some what clouded and mixed up because I was so young.

This first story was back in the mid to late 70s, 1977 or 78 I think. I would have to go digging through old photos to get the exact date and those are in storage. We had ventured out to the East Coast to visit with Dad’s brother and one of his old service buddies.

His friend had kids as well and there was this girl, she was between the age of me and my youngest brother who is 5 years older than me. Anyways, aparently me and this girl were inseparable during that visit, we went and played in the woods and there was this pond, it had a culvert type pipe sitting in it, and she talked me into getting over to it. Then jumped back out, she then told me “dont fall in the water, it will suck you down and you will never be seen again.” Well guess what I didnt do very easily? Yup, I was stuck. Looking back now and thinking about this, I think this girl must have been closer to my brothers age than me, its kind of the same meanness that he always did to me as well. Anyways, my brother came to the rescue, but was only so he didnt get into trouble. He was supposed be watching over us, and had decided to do his own thing.

Ive still got a photo of me and this girl but I could not tell you what her name is. During this vacation we also made it out to the ocean with the same family, I remember being on a pier, we did some crab fishing with traps that we had set out. On this pier was also a slide that went down and would drop you into the water, aparently it wasn’t deep water there, she talked me into going down the slide. I went down it, but I didnt come back up..my feet stuck in the sand and I was below the surface. The next thing I knew was my Dad pulling me out of the water and saving me.

I also remember going to Revolutionary War battle sites and museums that year, getting lost in the museum in Washington DC, seeing all the founding documents and getting copies of them, and standing under the liberty bell and actually touching it. It was a fairly memorable time but the memories arnt as vibrant as they were just a few years back. I was only about 4 or 5 back then.

Tomorrow, I will try and post another and bring you along, perhaps it will be one of the more recent memories… Thanks for reading, ~W

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